The Greatest Showman One Shots

Tremors: Part 2 - Anne x Phillip

Previously: The tremors begin again, causing Anne to fall onto of Phillip. He groans as she lands on him but wraps his arms around her with the strength he has left. Anne buries herself into his heaving chest as the roof above them crashes loudly and collapses on the couple.

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Anne stirs for the first time since the rubble fell on top of her, which knocked her unconscious 15 minutes ago. Pain shoots throughout her body, causing her to whimper out in agony. Her head pounds as she picks up on the abundance of odd sounds around her. The ear-piercing blare of sirens, the crackle of fire in the distance, the worried chatter of survivors and the crash of rubble as rescue workers look for victims of the natural disaster. Suddenly everything comes rushing back. The crushing weight of the collapsing building. The screams of terror as people are awoken from their slumber. The overwhelming fear coursing through her body. Phillip. She then realizes she is still resting her head sideways on his chest, which raises and lowers shakily. Anne freaks out, her eyes opening quickly. The rising sun blinds her as it peaks over the horizon. She snaps them back shut tightly, afterimages of the terrain she briefly saw are projected on the back of her eyelids.

She starts to shake relentlessly from fear, the sudden movements accompanied by acute pain from her ribcage, neck, head, and left ankle. Her breath comes in ragged, quick intervals. After waiting a few seconds, she attempts to survey her surroundings again by opening her eyes centimeters at a time.  At last, her eyes are able to take in the land around her. She sees large pieces of the hotel scattered around her, a piece the size of a twin sized bed missing her and Phillip by a couple feet. They both could've easily been killed just a few minutes ago. Fine dust particles still hang in the air, creating a dense cloud of grey to cover the ruins. She sees smoke drifting into the orange-red sky as the fires burn just as brightly and strongly as the rising sun. Anne looks down at her partner. Dust settled on his face and in his usually light brown hair, giving him an unusual complexion. Blood slowly seeps out of a new wound and forms a deep red path down his temple.

Anne makes an attempt to roll herself off of Phillip, making sure to not hurt him in the process. She tries to move her right arm to push herself over but as she starts to push up her body weight a sharp pain coming from her midsection causing her to collapse rather roughly back onto Phillip. He groans slightly in response but otherwise remains unconscious and still. Tears come to her eyes as she breaths heavily, waiting for the pain to surpass. After it dims she tries again to roll herself over. She bites her tongue roughly to stop from crying out, eventually tasting the metallic taste of blood. She manages to roll herself over to look at the morning sky.

Pain reverberates throughout her body again from many different hotspots. She grinds her teeth together and squints through the black that's flooding her vision, knowing that she had to get Phillip to a medical professional. She then uses the rest of her strength to push herself into a sitting position, slumping against the large piece of rubble. Although slightly weaker, the excruciating pain still pulses from her injuries. Anne decides to follow the pain to its sources. She notices how her left ankle bends oddly, obviously broken. She then takes in the many scrapes and bruises on her bare legs. Her pale pink nightgown is torn in many places, exposing some of Anne's soft brown skin. Her eyes keep traveling up her body, now stopping at her side a little bit away from her hip. She notices how most of the silky fabric is torn in that area and how her skin around her last rib is severely bruised. Broken.

Anne leans her head back onto the rubble, a protruding piece of metal skimming her head and tangling in her dirty hair. She pulls her head roughly away from the metal, yanking out some of her hair with it and freeing herself from its grasp. Making sure to not hit anything, she repositions her head on the rock and angles her ching upward.  She strains her eyes to see the clear blue sky, but only sees pitch black smoke. Fire. She starts to panic, swinging her head around to catch sight of the nearby fire. She finds it to be coming from about 50 yards away.